Chapter 180 Delicately Fragile
"Tomorrow, I will sleep here as well," Ava declared. The unborn child within her yearned for the comforting presence of its father.
"And what of the day after tomorrow?" Alexander queried, his tone reminiscent of a child pleading for a daily candy treat.
"Even the day after tomorrow," she affirmed.
"And the day following that?" His persistence was unwavering, allowing her no respite.
"I will no longer sleep next door. I will return to our shared quarters," Ava conceded, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush as she brushed her heated face with the back of her hand.
"Really?" Alexander's voice was laced with skepticism, his eyes clouded with doubt.
"Yes, it is the truth. Why would I deceive you on such a matter? Now, get into bed and rest. I will retrieve my nightwear from my room."
"Very well, but you must return. I will await your presence; otherwise, I will remain sleepless," he responded, reluctantly releasing her hand. He reclined on the bed, resembling a disheartened child.
Ava couldn't suppress a wry smile, feeling a sudden surge of maternal instinct. After all, she had been a mother since the moment of conception. Perhaps she could start treating Alexander as a child, as a form of practice.
Ava didn't linger in the adjacent room; upon her return, she found Alexander absent. She arranged her belongings neatly and noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar, the sound of cascading water indicating his presence in the shower.
The doctor had explicitly advised against wetting his wounds, and she wondered if he would heed the warning.
Approaching the door cautiously, Ava quickly spun around, her cheeks aflame, as Alexander discarded his clothes onto the floor. Her face felt as if it were on the verge of combustion.
Suddenly, a muffled groan echoed from within the bathroom.
Upon hearing the sound, Ava spun back around to find Alexander collapsed on the tiled floor. A wave of anxiety washed over her as she rushed to his aid, "Alex, are you alright?"
She hoisted Alexander off the floor, his body sagging against hers, as delicate as a leaf caught in a gust of wind. "Ava, I feel faint," he murmured pitifully.
His brows knitted together, the once formidable man now appeared fragile—an unsettling contrast.
Ava's concern for him was too profound to dismiss his words, especially considering he had sustained injuries on her behalf.
Cradling him close, she inquired anxiously, "Should we seek medical attention for another examination?"
The doctor had previously diagnosed a minor concussion, but to Ava, it seemed far from insignificant.
"There's no need, I merely require some rest. However, I am unable to bathe myself," he admitted, his eyes pleading for her assistance.
Ava's face deepened to a more intense shade of red. Despite their marital status, she still felt a sense of modesty every time she witnessed him in a state of undress.
"Very well, I will assist you. Are you capable of standing on your own?"
This was precisely the response Alexander had anticipated.
Ava failed to notice the smirk that slowly spread across his face as she helped him to his feet and adjusted the water temperature, inadvertently drenching her own clothes in the process.
Alexander stood upright, his gaze fixated on her now damp clothes clinging to her body. The fabric accentuated her figure enticingly, his gaze intensifying, "You should remove your clothes. They're soaked."
Ava brushed the water from her face, her voice barely above a whisper as she shook her head, "I will attend to you first, we can discuss that matter later."
She wasn't prepared to expose herself to him just yet.
Alexander didn't argue further, standing compliantly as Ava lathered his body with soap, gently cleansing him.
